Relatos Sin Tabues Novels & Stories

Something hungry. I wasn't some prude. I'd had my share of hookups, but this was next level. And now, knowing they were right here, my stepbrothers, I felt a rush of power. “Private? You two have been passing girls around like toys for years. I saw the dates on those files. And now I'm part of this family. So, what, am I off-limits? Or do you want to show me what you've been hiding?" Levi's eyebrows shot up, and he exchanged a quick glance with Nevi. I could see the spark in his eyes, that predatory glint.

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

“It’s a non-disclosure agreement. Nothing about what happened in that room leaves here. Legal actions would be taken if posts or stories are shared in any form." Lila stared at the NDA, a strange mix of amusement and nervousness fluttering in her chest. She was really sitting here getting an NDA from Kai Lennox after getting an orgasm from him. "Wow..." She let out a soft, half-laughing breath. "I feel like a fan signing papers to hide a secret forbidden relationship with her idol.” Kai’s eyes locked onto hers, dark and unreadable. “Aren’t you?” Lila immediately sat up straight, adjusting her position and avoiding his intense gaze. She fiddled with the edge of the paper, cheeks burning.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

Luca and Tyler sat across from us. Everything seemed normal at first. We talked about Liam’s training, the food, normal family stuff. But under the table, things were very different. Tyler’s bare foot slowly slid up my leg, toes brushing my inner thigh, pushing my sundress higher. Luca’s hand reached under the table from the other side, fingers sliding straight between my legs, finding my still-sensitive pussy with no panties underneath. I tried to keep a straight face, smiling at Liam while both brothers started teasing me again right there at the dinner table.

I was the picture of a proper pastor’s wife. A devoted mother to our two young children. A respected psychologist who listened to women pour out their darkest traumas every day at work. And now, a devoted Christian woman who had always believed in purity and submission. But tonight those beliefs were cracking. For months the stories from my clients had seeped into my mind like warm poison. Day after day I sat across from women who told me about rough hands pinning them down, about cocks slamming into their unwilling bodies, about the dark pleasure that came from being completely used.

My nipples were strained against fabric; he noticed, his free hand shoving the neckline down to expose them… the pale skin of my breasts flushing as cool air hit them. "These need examination too," he growled, leaning down to capture one in his hot mouth. He was sucking hard, his tongue flicking the peak while his teeth grazed just enough to sting. His fingers pumped faster inside me, and he added a third, stretching my walls deliciously full. My juices dripped down his wrist onto the paper liner. The taboo rush hit like drugs: patient records on his desk, his stethoscope dangling nearby, this was violation of every oath. A knock could end him and a complaint could destroy us both. But that

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.